I am not terribly depressed at the moment, however; I feel I may just kill myself out of boredom. I’m bored with life, nothing interests me, and there’s nothing I care about.
I remember a specific day, where it felt I was about to dire directly from boredom alone, how it was torture inside my skull. Sat twitching, my fingers drumming nothing in the air.
So I thought fuck it!
Went outside, walked up to the town square/center whatever its called
Took off my clothes, stripped down to only a tie and boxers. And then I just let loose and yelled
ARRRRRRRRRRGHHH!
Then I simply walked home..
Something about the looks in their eyes, their judgmental frowns “shit, that guy is crazy”, was oddly comforting and put a smile on my face.
Sometimes crazy aint so boring, sometimes crazy aint so bad
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I remember a specific day, where it felt I was about to dire directly from boredom alone, how it was torture inside my skull. Sat twitching, my fingers drumming nothing in the air.
So I thought fuck it!
Went outside, walked up to the town square/center whatever its called
Took off my clothes, stripped down to only a tie and boxers. And then I just let loose and yelled
ARRRRRRRRRRGHHH!
Then I simply walked home..
Something about the looks in their eyes, their judgmental frowns “shit, that guy is crazy”, was oddly comforting and put a smile on my face.
Sometimes crazy aint so boring, sometimes crazy aint so bad
Maybe you should find/try/do something “crazy”?
Haha thanks, I don’t know if I could even be cool enough to do that!